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A son is like a lopped off branch. As a falcon he comes when he wills and goes where he lists.

Ivan Turgenev

I’m incapable of describing the feeling with which I left. I wouldn’t want it ever to be repeated, but I would have considered myself unfortunate if I’d never experienced it.
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Description Experience Feeling Myself Repeat
In my case there was no first love. I began with the second.
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Beginning Love Myself
Ah, but in time the heat of noontide passes, and to it there succeed nightfall and dusk, with a return to the quiet fold where for the weary an the heavy-laden there waits sleep, sweet sleep.
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Heat heavy Pass Return Sleep Time Wait
Belonging to oneself–the whole essence of life lies in that.
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Essence Life Lying Oneself
There is a sweetness in being the sole source, the autocratic and irresponsible cause of the greatest joy and profoundest pain to another.
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Autocracy Greatness Pain Reason Source Sweet
A poet must be a psychologist, but a secret one: he should know and feel the roots of phenomena but present only the phenomena themselves in full bloom or as they fade away.
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Difficult Feeling Home Kind Religious Survive Training
Behind me there are already so many memories Lots of memories, but no point in remembering them, and ahead of me a long, long road with nothing to aim for I just don’t want to go along it.
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Goal Memories Myself Point Remember Road
I do not know what the heart of a bad man is like. But i do know what the heart of a good man is like. And it is terrible.
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Bad Goodness Heart Man Myself Terrible
Take what you can yourself, and don’t let others get you into their hands; to belong to oneself, that is the whole thing in life.
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Hands Independent Life Yourself
No matter how often you knock at nature’s door, she won’t answer in words you can understand–for Nature is dumb. She’ll vibrate and moan like a violin, but you mustn’t expect a song.
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Answer Expectation Nature Song Spiritual Understand Word Yourself
I’m through with Tolstoy. He has ceased to exist for me…. If I eat a bowl of soup and like it, I know by that fact alone and with absolute certainty that Tolstoy will find it bad, and vice versa.
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Alone Bad Existence Fact Myself
I look up to heaven only when I want to sneeze.
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Heaven Myself
Nothing is worse and more hurtful than a happiness that comes too late. It can give no pleasure, yet it deprives you of that most precious of rights – the right to swear and curse at your fate!
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Curse Fate Happiness Hurt Precious Right Worst Yourself
We’re young, we’re not monsters, no fools: we’ll conquer happiness for ourselves.
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Fools Happiness Monster Ourselves Young
The word tomorrow was invented for indecisive people and for children.
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Children Indecision People Word
He was the soul of politeness to everyone — to some with a hint of aversion, to others with a hint of respect.
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Himself Polite Respect Soul

A son is like a lopped off branch. As a falcon he comes when he wills and goes where he lists.

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